Victoria Hendricks 

and the dreamers awoke

And the prophets awoke

to find their fruit

rotten and bitter,

the tree snickering above.

And the mercenaries awoke,

their names signed,

their cursive mechanical,

their surroundings abstruse.

And the martyrs awoke

to find themselves

chained by words too big

for the blind to dispute.

And the dreamers awoke;

the birds no longer sing,

the sky no longer up

two wrongs to a right--

all because they yearned.

Temperance

Don't fret,

Still your mind,

For light could not exist 

Without shadow.

You have known this feeling,

For you will know it again:

The disparity between

The Void's teeth and its roots.

You believe It like a god,

Prayers from the beyond

And all the others

Waiting in the dark.

But believe in another.

Believe in the dawn,

Believe in the future

You don't know you deserve.

Please, don't fret,

Still your mind,

For you could not exist without love.

Victoria Hendricks '26 has been sharing her poetry within the CB community since 2022. She is also a member of Phantasmagoria and Patriot Players.